King
Jacquees, T.I.
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What's good, y'all, what's good? (Mike Mixer is in the building) I know I got a pimple on my, my chin I'ma bust that, later (Trauma Tone) But I just wanna let everybody know that I'm the king of R&B right now For this generation (no cap, no cap) I understand who done came and who done did that and that and that But now it's my turn Jacquees the king of R&B I just heard him say it And I, I been feelin' like that Atl, let's get it, I'm the new king of R&B Yeah, I gotta dedicate this to all the kings before me All the greats Felt like Tip, ridin' on 24s When my debut hit the stands (uh-huh, skrrt) Used to be ridin' Mustang But I know that Lambo' was in the plan (I'ma get me a motherfuckin' Lambo', nigga) Nine years old, karaoke machine and the Michael Jackson hand (Yeah, shout out my mama, for real) Singing, "I want you back" 'Cause my girl knowin' one day I'll be the man (uh-huh, yeah, c'mon) Grandma put me on my first flight Now I'm in the UK with American bands (no cap, yeah, and I fly private) If you a big dawg, book me in your city I shut it down, you become the man (I done proved this shit already) You can count on me, I knew one day I'd get it (yeah) Shuttin' shit down, now I'm the king of the city (no cap) Every day, a star is born (that's a fact) And if we talkin' kings, there's more than one (on God) You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (clap) Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em (clap) Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em, hey You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (clap) Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em (clap) Clap for 'em (clap) You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em 'Cause I'ma clap for 'em (yeah, yeah) Clap, clap (uh), clap (king), clap (huh) Kill a nigga for the time that he looked at you I'll be there when you're throwing that, that too Put your ass in the air, I'ma kiss that, boo Your girl over there, I'ma hit that too Get Kama Sutra freaky sex Doggy style, missionary Bless the day I met you Can't go nowhere, ain't gon' let you, uh-uh Top off In convertible, that Birkin ain't no knockoff Was just with Oprah and Denzel, I'm a player Ain't no million, then we don't compare Like Nas said, it ain't hard for you to tell, yeah From the west side of Atlanta Change the street name, it don't matter I say Bankhead, I mean my hood Where I grew up, f*ck that cracker No, I don't go to Stone Mountain 'cause that statue on the side A reminder of that time when we survived genocide, damn You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (clap) Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em (clap) Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em, hey You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (clap) Clap for 'em (clap), clap for 'em (clap) Clap for 'em (clap) You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em 'Cause I'ma clap for 'em Clap, clap, clap, clap King shit, let's get it
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Written by: Clifford Joseph Harris Jr., Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
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